I used to run through the forest barefoot and pretend I was Pocahontas in the scene where she's singing Colors of The Wind. And then I learned that I was 1/8 Chickasaw. And now I still run around in the forest barefoot... I'm pretty sure you CAN grow up to be an Indian.

Fun Fact: in order to be Native American by government standards i.e. blood quantum you must have a certain ratio of your ancestry which is defined by and differs from tribe to tribe. It's called the Wheeler Howard Act. If you pass you get a nifty card.
And now you know
assholes

True story: i am a white girl who grew up on the Rez. I asked my mom when I was going to turn into a Navajo at age 5. She looked at me kind of like o.O
Current age: 24. Current race: Still white.
Dammit.

its all good, when i was little people would ask me what i wanted to be when i grew up, i said tiger. if not, a lion, and if not, a mermaid on the moon. im pretty sure there was pcp in my animal crackers.

When I was a kid, when I was a little boy, I always wanted to be a dinosaur, I wanted to be a Tyrannosaurus Rex more than anything in the world, I made my arms short and I roamed the back yard, I chased the neighborhood cats, I growled and I roared, everybody knew me and was afraid of me, and one day my dad said "Bobby you are 17, it’s time to throw childish things aside" and I said "OK Pop", but he didn't really say that. He said that "Stop being a fucking dinosaur and get a job!!!"

oh i wanna be an indian so bad! but not like how indians are thought of now but like in the early 1800s when they were badass! i think i just like the idea of wearing all that leather with feathers and beads...
oh and 11:01: LOVE the step brothers quote!

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Oh and btw, I put my dog down because it had a stomach condition that I thought was too expensive to correct, but I treated that dog like gold his entire life and loved him dearly. Is that abuse? Is that cruel? If you are someone who thinks it is, fuck you.[/QUOTE]